Check out my guest post at LowcountryLoveLetters.com where I write about how the changes in, the growth of my small-town Mt. Pleasant, SC, is an opportunity for long-time natives to activate our history, not simply hold it sacred and separate from collaboration with our newer neighbors to shape our town’s future.
Thank you to Angela Wicke and Emily Gildea for inviting me to carefully consider what loving my small town really means in a tangible and shareable way.
Today, I enjoyed a day-long exchange with an old friend…actually my old high school boyfriend…mimicking the age-old tradition of passing notes…but Facebook style!
Yes, there are a few more exchanges, but only because he butt-dialed me and I heard the book he was listening to in the car.
But this all made me think about that classic way we used to fold our notes, thinking somehow that our “secret” folding technique made our notes impenetrable by teachers. I also remember writing backwards, again thinking that my teachers would be too stupid to figure it out and wouldn’t be able to read the note out loud and embarrass me.
So I grabbed a piece of paper from the copy machine and let my memory take over:
Fold diagonally from the top right corner to the left straight edge, matching up what was the top edge with the left edge and making a perfect point at the top left.
Fold the remaining bottom “tag” upwards.
Fold vertically from the bottom right to the bottom left, matching up the two bottom corners.
Fold horizontally and to the back so that the top point now points downward.
Fold that point back upwards over the front.
Fold the remaining little point tag down into the pocket made by the paper.
There were also variations on how to fold that final point into the pocket, sometimes making a pull tag, but that’s pretty much the gist.
Crazy sometimes the things you remember from high school. Crazier still that twenty years later a good-looking man can still make you blush by asking you to check yes or no to let him know if you like him. I mean like-him like-him 🙂